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Middle Earth Community School
by TigerBabe
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am but a poor student who lives off beans on toast. Dont sue, unless you wish to deprive me of my beans on toast, and thus starve me.
Warnings: Mild language, but could get a little worse... I am basing this school on a real school, y'know. 'Tis also in an AU.
Authors Notes: Ooohh, so you liked that did you? Ah, I'm glad :)) I'm actually writing this in place of Fellowship Of The Fangirls, because I've lost my copy of the Two Towers, and I cant remember exactly what happens next... I'll probably end up downloading an eBook for reference. I also promise you that there'll be more interaction between the guys, and that there'll be more funny, strange and some down right weird things happening. This is school, afterall.
Telcontar! Yes, now I remember... but Aragorn in my story isnt king, so I'll keep it as Elessar for his surname - thanks for letting me know, though!
I would also like to say that I absolutely love Keanu Reeves, and that any nasty remarks made by any cute little accident prone Glasgwegian Hobbits are totally not of my opinion... they're just funny, thas' all.
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Chapter 2
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When arriving at class half an hour late, it's usually a good idea to sneek in quietly. Usually. For Aragorn and Legolas, arriving just half an hour late is more like half an hour early. And so, they walked into class as normal, taking seats in the back, chatting and ignoring what the teacher was saying.
Boromir greeted them, as he'd been saving them seats, just incase they showed up.
"Hey, your early," Boromir said as they flopped down into their seats, and put their feet up on the table.
"Yeah, got a phone call from Saruman; woke me up, bloody ponce," Legolas muttered as he searched through his pockets to see if he had any cigerettes, matches, money, or any other of the things it was impossible to get through the day without.
"And the sound of you puking your guts up woke me up," said Aragorn, "What the hell did you drink last night anyway?"
"Uhh, I know I had a few glasses of Southern Comfort, and at least one shot of Vodka... but I dont think that was it... maybe some red wine aswell," Legolas said, "Ah ha, victory!" he exclaimed as he pulled out a packet of cigerettes and a box of matches. "Want one?" he offered to his friends.
"Yeah, go on then," Aragorn said taking a cigerette with a nod of thanks.
"'bout you?" Legolas looked up at Boromir.
"I dont smoke, Legolas," Boromir told him. Legolas always asked the same question ever day, and Boromir always answered the same. The Man was getting quite tired of having to repeat himself all the time.
"Ah yes, now I remember, Mr.I-Dont-Smoke-Because-It's-Wrong," Legolas lit up, dispite the shouts from the teacher about not smoking in class. Those words were heard often, and never heeded.
Suddenly, Legolas found all the eyes in the classroom on him.
"Uh, what?" he asked, as he glanced around nervously.
"I just asked you what class you're in, Mr. Greenleaf," Celeborn, the teacher asked with a smirk.
"Uhhmm... history?" Legolas ventured, an innocent look on his face.
Legolas cursed under his breath as Aragorn whispered, "You dont take history, Legolas," in an amused voice.
"Wrong, you're in Maths, Legolas, thats detention dinner time for you," Celeborn told him.
Legolas shrugged, and turned his attention back to his human friends. He was always given detention, by various teachers throughout the day - he never went to any though. He only ever went to detention once, and that was because he made the mistake of trying to sneek past Gandalf's classroom while the door was wide open, and he was supposed to be in there writing 1000 lines of "I will not shoot arrows at passing cars while practicing archery."
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Meanwhile, the year 9 classes were taking part in PE. Sam was stuck on the same football (thats soccer, for the Americans reading) team as Merry and Pippin. Any team stuck with Merry and Pippin was doomed to failure, as the two cousins constantly broke the rules, and were always tripping up members of the opposite team. Of course, this was all very well, except for the fact that they also sometimes tripped up members of the same team, and the ref, causing their own team to lose really badly.
Sam, deciding that he didnt want to face the shame of being on the losing team with Merry and Pippin, allowed himself to be tripped by Pippin in the first 2 minutes. And of course, he went down like a sack of shi.. potatoes.
Sam was also in drama classes, and knew how to act. Cries of "Ooohh, the pain, the agony, I'm dying!" were heard all over the school, and the sounds of "Sounds like Sam Gamgee is playing football again," echoed around the classrooms.
Pippin for good measure, kicked Sam again as he was reeling around on the floor.
"Gerrup! Yer a terrible actor, tha' Keanu Reeves can act better tha' you!" Pippin shouted at him.
Sam, being the mature 14 year old that he was - the oldest in his year, had he been bored a month earlier, he'd have been in year 10 - stuck his tongue out at Pippin, before resuming his acting.
The PE teacher, Haldir took pity on Sam. He knew that the little Hobbit was acting like he was after an Oscar, but he couldnt help but let Sam get away with it.
"Okay Sam, go sit on the side lines; you can keep an eye out to make sure no-one's off-side or anything," Haldir told him.
Sam then jumped up to his feet, perfectly fine, and jogged over to the side of the pitch.
Merry scowled in his direction, "Bloody teachers pet, thas' what he is."
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Frodo and Gimli were in art class. Their teacher, Galadriel, was in the middle of one of her lengthy speeches about how paintings should be an extension of you, how they should flow with your emotions, and all that crap. Out of the 50 minute lesson, the pupils probably only ever got 10 or 15 minutes of work done, thanks to Galadriel's speeches.
Frodo busied himself by sketching some of his friends; The cute young Hobbit was quite a talented artist, and could do sketches that looked almost photographic. He especially liked doing comics though, which always starred his friends. He also liked to draw pictures of them all dressed as if they were super heros, and as if they were of different species. Legolas hadnt been to happy when Frodo presented him with a drawing of what the Hobbit thought the Elf would look like if he were human - the mohawk was what upset Legolas the most.
Right now though, he was doing a sketch for Gimli, who was currently staring starry-eyed at the teacher. The Dwarf had a particularly bad crush on Galadriel, and had asked Frodo to draw him and the teacher making out. Considering the fact that Gimli weighed twice as much as him, Frodo decided it was best that he didnt refuse. And so, he sat, and sketched. He was so caught up in his work, that he didnt notice the lady approach him.
"Frodo Baggins, what *ARE* you drawing?!" Galadriel cried out as she examined the drawing.
"Well, this is you," he pointed at a very well done picture of a half naked female Elf on the piece of paper, "And this is Gimli," Frodo looked up with a grin, "Like it?"
Galadriel was not pleased. "No I do *NOT* like it! It's disgusting, I mean... me and a Dwarf?! Please! I'm an Elf of high standards!"
Frodo shrugged and moved to continue his sketch, only to find the paper being pulled from his hand.
"This is going in the bin!" Galadriel announced as she tore up the paper.
Frodo sighed; sometimes, people just dont appreciate his talent.
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At break time, the group gathered in the carpark, which was infront of the school. Legolas sighed as he noticed that to get to the rest of the gang, he and Aragorn would have to walk past a group of girls, who always pointed at him and shouted stuff like "My *GOD* he's hot," and "Whatcha doin' later, Legolas?!?!"
As they got level with the girls, one of the quieter ones approached, and whispered quietly, "Hi Legolas."
Legolas smirked, noticing the fact that she was blushing profusely, and seemed to be extremely embarrassed about going up to him like this. Aragorn noticed the look on his friends face and shook his head as if to say, "Dont do it Legolas!" But of course, the young Elf had set his mind to it, and wasnt going to be diswaded.
"Whats your name?" he asked the girl, as he moved to the side of her, taking her hand in his, and kissing it lightly.
The girls eyes widened, "J-jules," she replied. She almost forgot to breathe as Legolas slipped his arm around her waist.
"Well Jules," he whispered huskily in her ear, "Are you having fun?" he let his hand trail down her spine lower and lower.
Aragorn at this point had made it over to the rest of the group, and was trying to hide his amusement along with the rest of the gang at what Legolas was doing.
Jules gulped, and nodded.
Legolas smirked, and said "How 'bout now?" He trailed his tongue down her jaw line, causing Jules to go weak at the knees. Then, he kissed her quickly on the cheek, and let go of her. Then, he walked off casually as if nothing had happened, though the grin was still fixed on his face.
Jules, at the loss of Legolas's arms holding her up, fell onto the floor as her legs gave out. All her friends came running over to ask if she was okay.
"That was CRUEL Legolas!" Aragorn said, with a snigger.
"Yup, but I'm a cruel person," Legolas replied, before digging around in his pocket for his cigerettes.
The whole gang was there - Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Gimli, Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin. The Hobbits were sitting on the steps leading up to the main entrance of the school, smoking away while chatting about their lessons. Gimli was asking Boromir where his brother was, which was a very bad idea, because such conversations with Boromir usually end up in the said man shouting about the fact that he is not Faramir's keeper. Legolas and Aragorn on the other hand, were playfully arguing about Legolas's cruelty, though Aragorn was only complaining because he figured that *someone* should.
Legolas finally pulled out his beloved packet of cigerettes, and his box of matches, and lit up. He took a deep breath, and then blew the smoke out in the face of a passing girl.
"So," he said, effectively changing the subject and getting everyone attention, "Who's up for a party tonight?"
Various cries of "Yeah!" "Cool!" and "I'll be there!" were heard from the gathered friends. Legolas nodded, and then said "Okay, bring some booze, and you're in."
The tone rapidly changed to "Uhh, well I'm broke," and "Actually, I dont think my parents will let me go..."
"Tough, you've all already said you're coming - bring some booze!" Legolas said, finishing off his cigerette surprisingly fast, and flicking it at a passing teacher.
As if on cue, the bell rang, signalling that break was over. The Hobbits quickly ran for their lessons, as did Gimli, but the Human's and the Elf walked slowly. They had a reputation to uphold - what would happen if it got round school that they were actually arriving on time to class?!
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TBC...
Middle Earth Community School
by TigerBabe
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am but a poor student who lives off beans on toast. Dont sue, unless you wish to deprive me of my beans on toast, and thus starve me.
Warnings: Mild language, but could get a little worse... I am basing this school on a real school, y'know. 'Tis also in an AU.
Authors Notes: Ooohh, so you liked that did you? Ah, I'm glad :)) I'm actually writing this in place of Fellowship Of The Fangirls, because I've lost my copy of the Two Towers, and I cant remember exactly what happens next... I'll probably end up downloading an eBook for reference. I also promise you that there'll be more interaction between the guys, and that there'll be more funny, strange and some down right weird things happening. This is school, afterall.
Telcontar! Yes, now I remember... but Aragorn in my story isnt king, so I'll keep it as Elessar for his surname - thanks for letting me know, though!
I would also like to say that I absolutely love Keanu Reeves, and that any nasty remarks made by any cute little accident prone Glasgwegian Hobbits are totally not of my opinion... they're just funny, thas' all.
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Chapter 2
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When arriving at class half an hour late, it's usually a good idea to sneek in quietly. Usually. For Aragorn and Legolas, arriving just half an hour late is more like half an hour early. And so, they walked into class as normal, taking seats in the back, chatting and ignoring what the teacher was saying.
Boromir greeted them, as he'd been saving them seats, just incase they showed up.
"Hey, your early," Boromir said as they flopped down into their seats, and put their feet up on the table.
"Yeah, got a phone call from Saruman; woke me up, bloody ponce," Legolas muttered as he searched through his pockets to see if he had any cigerettes, matches, money, or any other of the things it was impossible to get through the day without.
"And the sound of you puking your guts up woke me up," said Aragorn, "What the hell did you drink last night anyway?"
"Uhh, I know I had a few glasses of Southern Comfort, and at least one shot of Vodka... but I dont think that was it... maybe some red wine aswell," Legolas said, "Ah ha, victory!" he exclaimed as he pulled out a packet of cigerettes and a box of matches. "Want one?" he offered to his friends.
"Yeah, go on then," Aragorn said taking a cigerette with a nod of thanks.
"'bout you?" Legolas looked up at Boromir.
"I dont smoke, Legolas," Boromir told him. Legolas always asked the same question ever day, and Boromir always answered the same. The Man was getting quite tired of having to repeat himself all the time.
"Ah yes, now I remember, Mr.I-Dont-Smoke-Because-It's-Wrong," Legolas lit up, dispite the shouts from the teacher about not smoking in class. Those words were heard often, and never heeded.
Suddenly, Legolas found all the eyes in the classroom on him.
"Uh, what?" he asked, as he glanced around nervously.
"I just asked you what class you're in, Mr. Greenleaf," Celeborn, the teacher asked with a smirk.
"Uhhmm... history?" Legolas ventured, an innocent look on his face.
Legolas cursed under his breath as Aragorn whispered, "You dont take history, Legolas," in an amused voice.
"Wrong, you're in Maths, Legolas, thats detention dinner time for you," Celeborn told him.
Legolas shrugged, and turned his attention back to his human friends. He was always given detention, by various teachers throughout the day - he never went to any though. He only ever went to detention once, and that was because he made the mistake of trying to sneek past Gandalf's classroom while the door was wide open, and he was supposed to be in there writing 1000 lines of "I will not shoot arrows at passing cars while practicing archery."
------
Meanwhile, the year 9 classes were taking part in PE. Sam was stuck on the same football (thats soccer, for the Americans reading) team as Merry and Pippin. Any team stuck with Merry and Pippin was doomed to failure, as the two cousins constantly broke the rules, and were always tripping up members of the opposite team. Of course, this was all very well, except for the fact that they also sometimes tripped up members of the same team, and the ref, causing their own team to lose really badly.
Sam, deciding that he didnt want to face the shame of being on the losing team with Merry and Pippin, allowed himself to be tripped by Pippin in the first 2 minutes. And of course, he went down like a sack of shi.. potatoes.
Sam was also in drama classes, and knew how to act. Cries of "Ooohh, the pain, the agony, I'm dying!" were heard all over the school, and the sounds of "Sounds like Sam Gamgee is playing football again," echoed around the classrooms.
Pippin for good measure, kicked Sam again as he was reeling around on the floor.
"Gerrup! Yer a terrible actor, tha' Keanu Reeves can act better tha' you!" Pippin shouted at him.
Sam, being the mature 14 year old that he was - the oldest in his year, had he been bored a month earlier, he'd have been in year 10 - stuck his tongue out at Pippin, before resuming his acting.
The PE teacher, Haldir took pity on Sam. He knew that the little Hobbit was acting like he was after an Oscar, but he couldnt help but let Sam get away with it.
"Okay Sam, go sit on the side lines; you can keep an eye out to make sure no-one's off-side or anything," Haldir told him.
Sam then jumped up to his feet, perfectly fine, and jogged over to the side of the pitch.
Merry scowled in his direction, "Bloody teachers pet, thas' what he is."
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Frodo and Gimli were in art class. Their teacher, Galadriel, was in the middle of one of her lengthy speeches about how paintings should be an extension of you, how they should flow with your emotions, and all that crap. Out of the 50 minute lesson, the pupils probably only ever got 10 or 15 minutes of work done, thanks to Galadriel's speeches.
Frodo busied himself by sketching some of his friends; The cute young Hobbit was quite a talented artist, and could do sketches that looked almost photographic. He especially liked doing comics though, which always starred his friends. He also liked to draw pictures of them all dressed as if they were super heros, and as if they were of different species. Legolas hadnt been to happy when Frodo presented him with a drawing of what the Hobbit thought the Elf would look like if he were human - the mohawk was what upset Legolas the most.
Right now though, he was doing a sketch for Gimli, who was currently staring starry-eyed at the teacher. The Dwarf had a particularly bad crush on Galadriel, and had asked Frodo to draw him and the teacher making out. Considering the fact that Gimli weighed twice as much as him, Frodo decided it was best that he didnt refuse. And so, he sat, and sketched. He was so caught up in his work, that he didnt notice the lady approach him.
"Frodo Baggins, what *ARE* you drawing?!" Galadriel cried out as she examined the drawing.
"Well, this is you," he pointed at a very well done picture of a half naked female Elf on the piece of paper, "And this is Gimli," Frodo looked up with a grin, "Like it?"
Galadriel was not pleased. "No I do *NOT* like it! It's disgusting, I mean... me and a Dwarf?! Please! I'm an Elf of high standards!"
Frodo shrugged and moved to continue his sketch, only to find the paper being pulled from his hand.
"This is going in the bin!" Galadriel announced as she tore up the paper.
Frodo sighed; sometimes, people just dont appreciate his talent.
------
At break time, the group gathered in the carpark, which was infront of the school. Legolas sighed as he noticed that to get to the rest of the gang, he and Aragorn would have to walk past a group of girls, who always pointed at him and shouted stuff like "My *GOD* he's hot," and "Whatcha doin' later, Legolas?!?!"
As they got level with the girls, one of the quieter ones approached, and whispered quietly, "Hi Legolas."
Legolas smirked, noticing the fact that she was blushing profusely, and seemed to be extremely embarrassed about going up to him like this. Aragorn noticed the look on his friends face and shook his head as if to say, "Dont do it Legolas!" But of course, the young Elf had set his mind to it, and wasnt going to be diswaded.
"Whats your name?" he asked the girl, as he moved to the side of her, taking her hand in his, and kissing it lightly.
The girls eyes widened, "J-jules," she replied. She almost forgot to breathe as Legolas slipped his arm around her waist.
"Well Jules," he whispered huskily in her ear, "Are you having fun?" he let his hand trail down her spine lower and lower.
Aragorn at this point had made it over to the rest of the group, and was trying to hide his amusement along with the rest of the gang at what Legolas was doing.
Jules gulped, and nodded.
Legolas smirked, and said "How 'bout now?" He trailed his tongue down her jaw line, causing Jules to go weak at the knees. Then, he kissed her quickly on the cheek, and let go of her. Then, he walked off casually as if nothing had happened, though the grin was still fixed on his face.
Jules, at the loss of Legolas's arms holding her up, fell onto the floor as her legs gave out. All her friends came running over to ask if she was okay.
"That was CRUEL Legolas!" Aragorn said, with a snigger.
"Yup, but I'm a cruel person," Legolas replied, before digging around in his pocket for his cigerettes.
The whole gang was there - Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Gimli, Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin. The Hobbits were sitting on the steps leading up to the main entrance of the school, smoking away while chatting about their lessons. Gimli was asking Boromir where his brother was, which was a very bad idea, because such conversations with Boromir usually end up in the said man shouting about the fact that he is not Faramir's keeper. Legolas and Aragorn on the other hand, were playfully arguing about Legolas's cruelty, though Aragorn was only complaining because he figured that *someone* should.
Legolas finally pulled out his beloved packet of cigerettes, and his box of matches, and lit up. He took a deep breath, and then blew the smoke out in the face of a passing girl.
"So," he said, effectively changing the subject and getting everyone attention, "Who's up for a party tonight?"
Various cries of "Yeah!" "Cool!" and "I'll be there!" were heard from the gathered friends. Legolas nodded, and then said "Okay, bring some booze, and you're in."
The tone rapidly changed to "Uhh, well I'm broke," and "Actually, I dont think my parents will let me go..."
"Tough, you've all already said you're coming - bring some booze!" Legolas said, finishing off his cigerette surprisingly fast, and flicking it at a passing teacher.
As if on cue, the bell rang, signalling that break was over. The Hobbits quickly ran for their lessons, as did Gimli, but the Human's and the Elf walked slowly. They had a reputation to uphold - what would happen if it got round school that they were actually arriving on time to class?!
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TBC...